Blood pills formed in the middle of the witch array.
Since only over two hundred Xiaoyang Race Soldiers were taken down, the number of blood pills produced was just over a dozen.
Huo Zhan collected the blood pills, looked at the figures gathered, and casually tossed the blood pills to a few figures who had approached earlier.
No one spoke.
For a moment, it quieted down a bit.
Those who survived were not unfamiliar with using Xiaoyang for cultivation, but the aftereffects of refining Xiaoyang were terrifying.
"Let's go!"
Shen Can's voice came down from the war chariot.
If people don't save themselves, they can only wait for death.
Upon hearing this, Huo Zhan called to his tribesmen to follow the war chariot to leave.
"I'll eat it!"
The person holding the blood pill looked around, then swallowed the blood pill, the intense Blood Evil Qi rushed straight to the Celestial Spirit, causing a howl similar to that of a Wild Beast.
